Part 4
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Dark. Pain. Cold. Tears.
Screaming for them to let me go until my throat hurt and my voice was almost gone.
No one.
No reply, no light.
More pain.
Bitter tears.
Alone in the dark when I needed HELP.
I remember lying down, sobbing.
Cold, rough, hard concrete.
Dusty. Made me cough but no one heard.
Cold and alone and hurting in the dark.
Pain.
Relief that no one had heard me, that there was no reply.
Not alone was worse. Oh hell...
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